(Baby pigs make everything better.)
Remember my last post? The one where I was all upbeat and rainbows came beaming out of my ass? Little did I know that, shortly after writing it, my manager and I would get into an argument over the pros and cons of my potential transition into another position. (Say that ten times fast.) He kept going on and on about how great it would be, how adding me to the current team of leads would make us all rock stars. Or all-stars. Or shooting stars. Whatever.
In my usual sarcastic manner, I said, “Yeah, it’ll be great for YOU GUYS.” Because the truth is, I know this hotel. And I know the ins and outs of this department better than almost anyone. I can write schedules, check people in, answer phones, give directions, respond to a fire alarm, retrieve luggage, and complete payroll all with one hand tied behind my back while the other shoves a Hershey’s bar down my throat. I’M THAT GOOD. Add me to any team in this here department and we’ll shine.
I’m not trying to sound like a conceited ass (that’s just a bonus), but seriously? I’m smart and self-sufficient. (This is what I’ll sound like while interviewing elsewhere.) I catch on quickly and I have the added benefit of a little thing called EXPERIENCE. I’ve worked here, in this specific hotel, for five years. I’ve come to know a thing or two.
So, there we were, going back and forth, and suddenly I found myself in the middle of a full-blown debate between what a positive move this would be for the hotel and how much it sucked ass for me personally. After all was said and done, I left work and drove right into a state of depression, which then impacted my entire weekend.
Suddenly, every move The Husband or I made became overshadowed by the fact that I had been laid off and even if I decide to stay employed here, my schedule is completely fucked. SO ENJOY THIS WHILE IT LASTS. Goodbye nights, weekends, and holidays. It was fun while it lasted.
Now, excuse me while I go put my head in an oven, because damn it, this sucks.
Somebody, please, remind me to be grateful that I’m still employed.
(If they weren't sleeping in their own feces, I'd totally cuddle up next to 'em.)
Cute pigs, I have a frenchie that both looks and sounds like those little buggers. I vassilate between wanting to kill him and thinking that he's the cutest thing on this planet all the time. Call me bipolar. I hear ya woman and I understand your frustration. Again, it may be time to move on. I don't know what they are paying you but if you're talking about losing your nights and weekends you must stop and ask yourself, are they paying you enough to own you? because if you give them that then that is what it ultimately means. Also can your relationship handle the fact that your hours will be taking away a good chunk of relationship time. That, my dear, may prove to be detrimental.
ReplyDeleteWell, I was thinking about what I would write but then I read what Michelle wrote and she said everything that I would have said as well.
ReplyDeletelong term....short term...ah, fuckit, I don't have a thing to say. but hey, if you're having a glass of wine, or a nice cold beer while you contemplate your choices- could you have one for me? This whole 9 months of no drinking happening at the same time that the work thing happening has been brutal.
ReplyDeleteI ate food last night that kind of looked like feces. Ask Justice.
ReplyDeleteI don't know. In the long run, no one can really tell you nothin', you need to make up your own mind.But.Were someone gonna try and tell you something, I'm thinkin' they would say it's time to move on. It doesn't sound like you'd like the new position nor would you be challenged.Don't settle.Start selling your desserts, hook up with a caterer, get your own commercial space and sell your stuff over the internet. And write about it and take pictures and publish a book and do all of it.You might be surprised.
ReplyDeleteMichelle, I keep thinking about how this will effect the marriage, but the truth is... we never had this many issues when our schedules clashed. I'm not sure if that'll be true again, but it's something to think about. Something to prepare for. Theresa, when I have that drink, I'll make sure to have a couple for you as well. How much longer ya got there, anyway?Mom... as long as it only LOOKED like feces. rory, I'd love to do all that and more! Now, if you'll just come front me the money... ;)
ReplyDeleteDid you mention they were going to offer you a severance package if you left?Yes, you are 'lucky' to still be employed but you know what- it sounds like it's time to check out greener pastures. Bake and take pictures. You are so good and seem to enjoy both. Trust me, don't convince yourself at your YOUNG AGE that you need to stay somewhere that may ultimately make you miserable. By the sounds of it, you already are? (with the situation)Hang in there.
ReplyDeleteMy only regret from my 20s? That I didn't take enough career-related chances when I didn't have little people and a mortgage depending on me. Because I truly feel like now my hands are tied.Look, I know it's scary, but if you want to take a leap there is no better time. Can I say that a little more obnoxiously? THERE IS NO BETTER TIME. Keep the job if you want the security, but use your husband-free, wacky schedule time to work towards what you think you really want. And, remember, your job is not your life.
ReplyDeleteI've been reading for a little while and will finally comment. =)I have to say, your 'rainbows came beaming out of my ass' made me laugh. Thank you! =)And you really have to do what's best for you. Go with your gut on this one. If it says take the severance and make a change, then do it. It will be okay. =)
ReplyDeleteSometimes Bossy's glass is half full... of shite. And that's OK.
ReplyDeleteWill you please, please use this chance to launch this food photography career? You are beyond ready. Research food photographers, and reps. Start a website. Talk to everyone you know to see if they know anyone who can tell you how to do it. Now is the time. I can't tell you how much I wish I had done something like this before I had kids. I think this lay-off was meant to be.I'm glad there are no rainbows coming out your ass...it makes it hard to sit down and get busy.
ReplyDeleteI agree with what Rory said. This might be opportunity knocking. You take great pictures, you bake wonderful things to eat. You know how to create a website. Start baking and advertising it on your website. You already have lots of pictures. Start advertising. You can advertise for free using wordpress or something like that. Tom can help you set up advertising. :)
ReplyDelete"I was all upbeat and rainbows came beaming out of my ass?" Made me break out laughing...don't let this give you indecision paralysis! Go with the flow, and what FEELS right, you'll be OK.
ReplyDeleteSomewhere deep down, I think you have already made up your mind about what you want to do. But maybe I'm just talking/writing out of my a..I do that a lot you know.
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